Patriarch Song Chang and Tianfeng Zhongxiu got on the warship, went out of the Daoting Yuanzong Mountain Gate, crossed Linchao City, and flew in the direction of Beizhou, and two days later, the warship stopped at the entrance of Lenggu.

It seems that some of them will wait for the people of the Blood Demon Dao and the Qingyuan Dao Sect to come together, and then they will jointly open the formation prohibition leading to the Heavenly Wind Secret Realm.

Sure enough, not long after, Patriarch Song Chang revealed this fact to everyone.

Half a day later, the Monk of the Blood Demon Dao flew in with a huge blood-colored warship, and a hideous ghost head was carved on that warship, the image of which was exactly the same as that engraved on the token captured by Ye Ming.

Although the two sides have already stopped fighting, the monks of the Heavenly Wind Kingdom did not give any good face to the arrival of the Blood Demon Dao monks, and as soon as the two sides met, they were all gearing up, and they looked like they were tense.

Patriarch Song Chang and Patriarch Pan Ling of the Blood Demon Dao are like friends for many years, and the scene of their meeting made the monks of the two sides stunned, and their hearts were full of surprise, and the whole process could not be more appropriately described with a smile and enmity.

Everyone finally got a long view, and they all thought in their hearts, is this a high popularity, but also blame themselves for their low realm, and they can't be as calm as the two of them.

The people of the Qingyuan Dao Sect let the monks of the two sides see what Shanshan was late, and they waited for two more days before they saw a cyan warship slowly emerging from the clouds on the horizon.

The monks on both sides waiting below were eager to scold, and when a beautiful woman in a revealing dress and a hot body appeared in the empty space of the cabin, they chose to shut up.

Although they knew that this woman had a skill in residing in her face, in fact, they didn't know that she was a centuries-old demon, so they couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Some of the female cultivators present couldn't bear to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud, and their faces were so red that they were red to the root of their ears.

Patriarch Pan Ling laughed for a long time: "Mei Hong Zhenren, it's better to put away your flattery, I can't help it a little, not to mention the juniors below!" ”

His clear voice interrupted the kind of fragrant dream demons in the lost illusion realm of the cultivators below, which made many monks grateful.

Mei Hong Zhenren said coquettishly: "The cultivation of the slave family has been promoted too quickly, and it is difficult to control it for a while, besides, the slave family is not Pan Daoyou's opponent, I heard that Pan Daoyou's magic skills have been cultivated to the realm of Dacheng." ”

Patriarch Pan Ling was unmoved, and said: "You and I are half a catty against eight taels, each other." ”

When Patriarch Song Chang saw Mei Hongzhenren's cultivation, he was shocked and asked curiously: "Mei Zhenren, why did you suddenly go up with your cultivation?" ”

Mei Zhenren "giggled" and smiled: "In the past, farewell to the feather realm, Song Daoyou will not be harmed!" ”

Patriarch Song Chang stumbled and regretted in his heart, "Why do you say this more, I'm afraid that my reputation will be ruined."

The style of painting in mid-air changed because of the arrival of Mei Zhenren, and the cultivators were dumbfounded, and the idea that the master was okay came spontaneously.

Patriarch Song Chang didn't want to fight with them anymore, so he said to the other two, "Let's go into the battle first." ”

Patriarch Pan Ling and Mei Zhenren echoed and said, "Then ask Song Daoyou to lead the way." ”

When Patriarch Song Chang heard this, his face was expressionless, and without saying a word, he led everyone into the cold valley, went around for a long time, and stopped in front of an inconspicuous gentle dirt slope.

Everyone was stunned, but when they saw the indelible traces of spells around them, they judged that they should have experienced a peerless battle not long ago.

Patriarch Song Chang took out a palm-sized cyan token-shaped thing from his waist. Look at its appearance is quite simple, and there are many wind patterns engraved on it.

He pinched his fingers, and the token shot a cyan aura into the air above the dirt slope in front of him.

A cyan whirlwind suddenly appeared above the dirt slope, and it swallowed up the cyan aura in an instant.

The whole spell-casting process seems to be lightly written, and those foundation building monks don't think that they are powerless, even if the casual blow of the Ancestor of the Sect is enough to kill themselves several times.

The moment the cyan whirlwind swirled, the cold wind in the valley was even more chilling, so that most of the foundation building monks couldn't help but hold up the talisman spell to isolate the external cold.

All of a sudden, the Golden Shield Technique, the Fire Cover Technique, the Water Curtain Technique, the Yellow Sand Technique, and the Wood Mangjutsu were all available.

A yellow light flew out of the sleeve of Patriarch Song Chang, and it turned around in mid-air, and everyone's eyes instantly turned into a golden giant tower dozens of zhang large.

"Magic weapon!" Most of the people saw the magic weapon for the first time, and they all looked at it very carefully.

This tower is seven floors up and down, from top to bottom one layer is larger than one floor, a brick and tile on the top are clearly visible with the real tower, each layer is constructed by a door, four windows and six pillars, the doors and windows are carved with various spiritual flowers and plants as if they can automatically swallow the aura as if they are real, it is obvious that this magic weapon has been carefully cultivated by Song Chang for a long time, and the spirituality is not low.

The tower flew higher and higher, and Patriarch Song Chang's mana was agitated, and he shouted: "Don't hurry up and stop the ban." ”

A blood-colored Fangtian painting halberd appeared in Patriarch Pan Ling's hand and slashed down towards the cyan whirlwind.

Under this blow, the cyan whirlwind seemed to slow down a lot.

Mei Zhenren threw a red silk forward, turning into a giant red silk of dozens of zhang, surrounding the cyan whirlwind, and countless red filaments of light shot out from the red silk and plunged into the cyan whirlwind.

"Fall."

Patriarch Song Chang shouted, and the golden giant tower in the sky instantly hit the cyan whirlwind, emitting bursts of sharp and piercing metal friction sounds, and emitting bursts of golden light outward.

When the golden light subsided, everyone thought that this blow would open the entrance to the Heavenly Wind Secret Realm, revealing a look of expectation, but unexpectedly, the cyan whirlwind still began to rotate slowly, and there was a tendency to get faster and faster.

The three Patriarchs of Jiedan struck with all their might, but they still did not break the ban, as if they knew that this was the result, they immediately entered their mana and drove the magic weapon to attack again.

After attacking like this for several hours, the prohibition finally changed slightly, and the speed of the cyan whirlwind gradually slowed down.

The foundation building monks didn't expect that the prohibition of entering the secret realm would be so powerful, and they also saw how huge the mana capacity of the Jiedan Patriarch was.

Patriarch Song Chang, as the main force of the attack, was already covered with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The skin on Patriarch Pan Ling's arm had turned bronze, and his strong muscles were twisted and knotted.

Mei Zhenren was drenched in sweat all over his body, and his graceful body loomed.

She snorted: "You juniors, don't just watch, if you want to enter the secret realm, come and make some efforts." ”

Those foundation building monks withdrew their reluctant gaze from Mei Zhenren, and invariably took out the dick and shot towards the cyan whirlwind.

These magic weapons are of different grades, some of them were churned to pieces by the whirlwind as soon as they entered the whirlpool, and some of them were retracted only to find that there were several cracks on them, and they were distressed.

However, with the lessons of the past, the foundation building monks also learned their lesson and cast some low-level spells.

For a moment, countless fire bullets, water arrows, earth thorns, wooden stakes, golden knives, ice edges, wind blades, and lightning strikes rushed towards the cyan whirlwind, and the spells in mid-air were like torrents passing through, which was spectacular.

After another half a day, there was no trace of a cyan whirlwind over the small dirt slope, revealing a translucent portal phantom.

From this phantom, you can also see the beautiful scenery behind, and the rich aura also seeps out, so that everyone's spirits are lifted, and they know that the door of the secret realm has been reopened.

Patriarch Song Chang shouted: "Don't enter at this time, let alone when." ”